Man you wack
Talkin' your smack
Your shit ain't even funny
I'll pay you money
To quit rappin' and retire
And let your career expire
And lose your desire
You'll never be admired
You'll ust get fired
Thinkin' you're wired
You just make me tired
Make me wanna go to bed
After I fuck up your head
Mess up your mental
Screw up your dental
You like a bitch with menstrual
Cramps, cryin' and screamin'
Like you a demon
Or some of that mythological shit
Seriously dawg, just quit
And never rap again
You can't win
You just embarass yourself
And endanger your health.

check it

ya'll ain't nothin but some bitch ass tricks/been to da hood and got jacked more then peewee hermans dick/talkin bout you hard the closest came to that was beatin off in da shower/you probably believe in gay shit like flower plower/

oh no who's the new hoe put right on the track for spiting da wack firesquadgangsta names long like da dick i gave your batch she gave me da femmnich put that hoe in a dich u u still scrachen talken that trash till i pull that gat man shut your mouth before your ass get smacked man i'm da best at this firesquadwant to be gansta change your name it fits come wit some better shit if u want to rep gay units your set that shit u state thats as wack as it gets u hearen me man wit this crack in my hand i'm your best fucken friend stop smoken stop poken lil boys stop spitting that noise i'm a man but i like crhome toys

kross cond'n buy a bone cath him home alone wit his dick in a bong anyone hit it get a milky lip harry shot u get to smoken a dip subruen kids look how they get so mad /moms got to rear a paper bag so she want scare away dad/ man life as a scrony white boy must be hard if u go to the city jail you'll get fucked in the yard kross bones get a broken jaw bone looking like a bicth in the srteets wit your skirt on now u know i'm better then u all fags know no one can give head better than u stay in your place and keep getting nuts busted in your face oh


Harry's THe best

Scrawny boy white?
That ain't right
That ain't the case
It ain't a matter of race
It's a matter of skill
I'm too ill
Like a pill
I get shit, you get nil
And this rap is for the times
You've stolen others lines
Cause you can't think of shit
You copy all of it
I already used the skirt line
That shit was mine
It ain't hard to steal
Or talk about the steel
But to match my spiel
You better kneel
And pray to the Lord
That the people don't get bored
When they hear your stupid rap
And realize it's just crap
And they just wanna take a nap
It must be like a slap
In the face to realize you blow
You set your goals high and hit low
You can't make it into the show
Cause you got no flow
When you talk about the jail
You start to fail
You don't need to pay bail
Or pound the rail
You ain't true
You ain't even you
You hide behind a name
Prayin' for some fame
That day will never be here
All you have left is fear
Your death is near
But it won't come from me
Can't you see
I'm not gonna kill ya, brother
I'll leave that to your mother.

Hey Gay Are You Gonna Battle Me Or Will It Be A No-Show

WYLA ITS TIME 2 RETIRE YOUR STUCK A MIRE/ YOU CAN CALL ME SIRE COS YOUR RHYMES IS DIRE/ BUT WAIT YOU AINT EVEN RHYMED AN IF YOU DID YOU'D PROBABLY RIP OFF YOUR LINES FROM SOMEONE WHO SHINES/ YOU CAN BATTLE ME BUT YOU BETTER COME EQUIPPED COS ILL TIE YOU WID WORDS THAT I SPIT BUT THATS COS I HAVE AN IQ OF 186/ WHATS YOURS ? 6

what the fuck.... these fools with one syllable rhymes are dissin me!
YOU JUST DONT UNDERSTAND MY LINES(dumbass) , im only rhymin this so the post aint free

"Sorry G
Gay shit ain't for me
You just mad cause my lyrics is tight
I can flow all night
What I say is right
And you're just wrong
Suckin' a schlong
Tryin' to get in my face
I'll fucking erase"


COME ON NOW! you cant seriously think that shit is ill

G.I.Z come a little better than yo whack-ass-raps, Clap-the-whack, Rip-offa-lines nigga get-Offa-mines, y'all-hate-sick emcess that destroy a IQ of 186, give up Get a Better-Vocab, i run around wit gratters Shreddin-yo-raps

.Meth Slasher.
 

Meth Slasher you just a plain fag, and i'm the gay basher//
You ain't got nothin' on me, 'cuz i'll destroy your ass faster//

i'mma Gay-Basher, but you Focused-on-ass/ spit n say-faster, Wrote-this-so-fast/ you say-master, Enigmatic a Student-to-tha-game/ it getz-tragicz, spit-magicz, fuck fame You-just-a-shame/

meth slasher yu the wackes blaster in a world full of lyrical masters//if yu were up in da club yull ba tagged a fukin wanksta//

--like hell was full -this mate decided to walk on earth--

you a Bad-mate, call me santa cause i "wrap"-fakes/ you lost-ya-worth/ i killed tha devil n i Walked-on-earth/ come harder than a Wanksta/ thiz iz a Pranksta, emcee'z i Slap-fake-ones/ like bad-mate-1

i spit rhymes faster than you mom gives out ass
i was her first fuck then the family dog came in her last.
things startin to makes sense going round your mind
y u can lick ur own balls without breakin your spine
it's time for walkies dont start to mess up your trailer
or else hit you so hard you'll look like popeye the sailor
so let's leave it at that my time is almost over.
quick go get you leash. time for walkies rover...

fast, i'm Doubtin-that, i didn't know Fagz-could-bust-a rhyme, i'm here without-a-scratch, tryin to Cause Mass-destruction, get change for a Dollar, maybe you can Get-some-cents, Incase-ya-holla, Spit-some-shit that can-comply, y'all-can-try to reply to thy divine emcee, n paste-some-lines, throw watches in tha trash, see you Wastin-time...